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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before applying, and to see if things "click". Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info.

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[As if there weren't enough blue furry men running around the school, we have another! Although this one is... quite different. With shining, almost glowing yellow eyes, sticking out against a sea of blue-black fur, this image was a tad more sinister. And yet, despite the demonic flair, the eyes appeared cheerful.]

Guten Morgen, meine Schüler! It seems we have much to catch up on since I've been in Germany for a while, don't we? Well, fret not. Beginning tomorrow, the theater room will once again be open to any and all, and I will be glad to take suggestions for this year's performances!

Also, I have heard that someone wishes to create a fencing club? If this is true, I will gladly take over sponsorship; I know herr Logan does an admirable job, but it would best help the club to have a more passionate teacher, ja?

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With a series of target dummies strewn about the floor, one would think this were some strange kind of firing range. In a manner of speaking, they may be right, as Kurt stood at the far end of the hall, a rapier in hand, eyeballing the layout of the dummies. He'd asked for them to be placed at random, before he arrived, so he would have no advanced knowledge of their positions.

Gripping his sword, he gave a traditional salute, before teleporting in a puff of smoke. A flash a few feet away announced his return, as he swung the rapier low, catching one of the dummies in the head and sending it to the floor. Before it could hit, he was gone again, this time appearing next to another dummy before a high sweep sent it tumbling.

Again, and again, he repeated his tactic, until he disappeared with only one dummy remaining. The room was silent and still, until a moment later, Kurt appeared behind the dummy, leaning on its shoulder.

"Ach, you know I hate to do this mein freund, but you brought this on yourself." And with a smirk, he jabbed the tip of his rapier into the dummy's hide covering. "Touché."

Edited (Too much of a good thing, ja?) 2012-10-06 21:59 (UTC)

It was the scent of sulfur that got her attention first, followed by a thud of a something hitting the ground. Holding her books against her chest, the lithe princess backtracked slowly. She quietly peaked around the door of the gymnasium, keeping herself mostly hidden until she knew the situation. A small gasp escaped her as a dummy tumbled across the floor. Then her eyes focused on Kurt.

For the split second he was there.

Trying to keep track of him was exhausting; she couldn't imagine what he was like on the battlefield. How dizzying he could be for a proper foe. Is he this brazen in serious combat? she thought to herself. That smirk of his was all the answer she needed.

Lorna pinned her books between her side and her elbow as she came into view. Standing in the doorway, she clapped, smiling brightly. "Bravissimo!"

The applause caught his ear, and without missing a beat, he spun in place to face the young heiress, his blade held low against his body as he gave her a bow.

"Ach you are too kind, my lady." He sheathed his sword as he rose, then crossed the gym to greet her more properly, a proper grin spreading.

"I did not know you had classes down this way. Come, I shall walk with you." He gave a look over his shoulder, addressing the fallen dummies. "Now, I don't want to see you causing trouble around here again, you hear me?"

"Sorry, sometimes they get a bit rowdy and need to be taught a lesson."

As he walked toward her, she fumbled with her books. It was a fight to keep her eyes focused on him or glance down to make sure she didn't drop any of them. Not a single one hit the floor, despite the best efforts of the Bronte sisters. Pressing them against her chest once more, her smile subdued.

"No need to apologize, kind sir," she told him reassuringly. "I understand that their kind is relentless and incorrigible. The Institute is very fortunate to have someone like you, who so bravely and swiftly takes care of the problem."

She began again in the direction of her next class, then softly added, "Just as I am fortunate to have you as an escort."

"Ah, yes. Perhaps one day, they'll finally understand that the world needs peace, not trouble. And then, on that day, we may enroll our first dummy." He chuckled, following close behind.

"But of course, Fräulein. I would be remiss in letting the young princess walk unaccompanied. After all, if a band of malicious sacks of burlap attacked, what then? You shouldn't have to worry about such incidents." His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "I would never let such an attack harm you. You have my word.

Ah, that would be me, M'sieur.

[Ky sounds a bit nervous as he still hasn't had time to work on anything regarding the fencing team.]

Is that so? Well, I must know who I have the honor of speaking to; someone with enough interest in fencing to start a team is certainly worth knowing.

[Ky switches to video feed.]

Bonjour. My apologies for not doing this sooner. I usually prefer using the voice setting.

Ah! [His face brightens up.] Herr Kiske, a delight to see you again!

I was not aware you had a passion for fencing. What style do you prefer?

I come from a long line of fencers, M'sieur Wagner. I got my start shortly after my first year of school.

While I'm familiar with the main categories and their rules, I prefer sabre over all of them.

Indeed? Well, I would be honored to test my steel against you sometime.

I am more a fan of rapier, but I have taught myself to be adaptable, to say the least.

The feeling is mutual, though my sword isn't exactly competition-friendly.

Yes, the rapier is a noble weapon. Mine was patterned after a classic French rapier. [He shows Kurt his custom sword.]

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Most children (and probably some adults) would have been floored by Kurt's performance. He had such energy, such bravado, that one couldn't help being mesmerized by his graceful technique.

Unfortunately, Venom wasn't like most children. He was assigned to take up some sort of physical elective as part of his curriculum, and he was placed in Kurt's training course. And the results were less than expected. The boy's attention was focused on his current find: a fantasy novel that took place in his native England. In his opinion, it was far more captivating than mere fencing.

After tagging the last dummy, Kurt let his sword hang at his side, and turned back to the other end of the gym... only to see Venom reading. Shaking his head, he teleported across the room, landing next to the boy in a crouch.

"There is a time for all things, herr Venom. So tell me, what makes this a time for reading? If my lesson is not engaging, I would rather know than have to guess."

When Kurt appeared next to him, Venom had little choice but to pull his attention away from the book. He really didn't want to come back to reality.

"I don't find swordplay all that interesting." Though Venom would probably be engrossed if it was presented to him in book form... and if it was performed by a fantasy character. "Plus I never really cared for athletics."

"Oh?" He leaned to examine the book cover. "And yet, the adventures you read about often feature daring feats that test the body's abilities, and duels to the death on a grand scale. Adventures like that, in our world, do not have to remain solely on the page, mein freunde."

He stood, rubbing his chin for a moment. "Perhaps... you may suggest how I can change my approach, then? You are a difficult student to gauge, I must admit, and I would hate to bore you with my antics. So please, what would be better?"

Not having to be in this class and leaving me alone would be a good start. Venom wasn't sure how to voice his opinion without landing himself in detention. He didn't like sports or any physical activity outside of flying and the occasional game of billiards. But he needed them in order to maintain what was otherwise an impressive GPA.

"Because I prefer using my imagination. I seem to have more freedom that way."

"Hmm..." Kurt tapped his chin. "Freedom of the mind is difficult to beat. But, I fear, we do not live in the realm of the mind."

A long finger wedged itself in-between the pages, holding the boy's place as he gently pulled the book away. "So, now, we must act accordingly. Tell me, how would you approach getting your book back from me? I am the aggressor here, and I have taken your property."

Venom just stared at him with a 'you just took my book' glare on his face. Kurt was clearly challenging him to see how he'd act if such a situation arose, but all he could think about was when he was constantly picked on while in foster care. His 'siblings' would do the same to him, and back then, he had no real way to fight back. Now he did. His eyes began to glow yellow, as did his mouth. Soon, his wings were lined with the same energy.

"I suggest you give it back."

Once Kurt had finished off the last dummy, Alexander's booming voice came from the door, speaking in perfect German.

"That was a most excellent display! You have left your foes speechless in the face of your prowess! Truly a tragedy that they had to perish! If only they had been willing to parley, this all might have been avoided!"

The source of the voice was a grinning seven-foot-tall man in a T-shirt and jeans, the Philosophy and Ancient History teacher who had joined the faculty at the beginning of the year.

At the voice, Kurt spun around, but found himself grinning at the end of the impromptu soliloquy. He gave Alexander a bow and responded in his native tongue, in kind.

"You are too kind, truly. My skill was only a part of my victory. In truth, it was their own pride, their hubris that was their enemy. Humility would have saved them the bitter tang of defeat, but alas, they would rather die than show restraint."

He then gave Alexander an inquisitive look. "How well do you handle a blade, mein freunde?"

"Pride brings down many who would otherwise remain standing, but if a proud response is what they felt was best at the time, they have no need of regrets. Better to die for what you believe in than cast aside your dreams and live."

He bowed back.

"I have no expertise with the rapier, but I have trained since I was young in the use of the short sword, especially the ancient spatha and kopis."

[At last, someone who was sort of on the same end of the "oh god what is that spectrum"!]

Theater room?

Ja! I fear it has gotten a bit dusty in my absence, but it should be no less accommodating to one and all.

What plays have you done in the past, if I may ask?

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